blightedinventor

[blightedinventor]

you smell bad and you look homeless

"Am I supposed to find this upsetting?" Sure, he needed a bath and a change of clothes, but hygiene came second for the time being when working on his projects. His wife was the face of the company, not him.

[blightedinventor]

sits on her husbands desk like a menace to society

"Hello dear," the inventor smiled as he looked up from his work to see his wife on his desk. He had been hard at work for Titan knows how long and lost track of the time, although it didn't feel like much time had passed at all for him. "What brings you down here?"

[blightedinventor]

Upset my muse! Say something to hit a nerve! Insult their loved ones!! Nothing’s off limits!!

[blightedinventor]

Alador knelt beside the boy and carefully wiped the tears from the boy’s face, a concerned look on his face. He wasn’t much of the comforting type, but he didn’t like seeing his son in distress. “What happened, Edric?” he asked softly.

6) sender finds receiver crying and approaches,  clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened.

Softish-Angst Prompts!

Edric didn't expect for his dad to find him curled up behind the Manor in the backyard- He went there to cry because he didn't want to be a bother.

"D-Dad-" He sniffled, aimlessly trying to dry his freely flowing tears.

[blightedinventor]

“Odalia, you need to calm down. You’re still sick,” he cautioned her, placing a placating hand on her shoulder to try and soothe her. “I know you’re worried about this, but we’ll figure out a way to recover from this. Not all the designs for it were leaked, just the appearance. It’ll be difficult for someone else to reverse engineer it and that will take time. Ours is almost complete and won’t take long after to secure the patent,” he assured her. “We’ll get this sorted soon enough. Just be patient.”

“  i know you’re mad at me right now,  but i’m the one who’s here.  let me be here.  let me help.  you can be angry later.  ”

Softish-Angst Prompts!

Odalia let out a huff.

She wasn't necessarily mad at him, more so of a situation as a whole. She put Alador in charge of the business for one day because she was sick and then a huge tech model got leaked!

And it was before they would secure a patent on it, so now anyone would make replicas of it and cut them out of the market!

"Alador- We're going to lose so much business this way!"

She was still sick though- And all of this, practically unnecessary stress was doing a number on her physical health.

[blightedinventor]

sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

[blightedinventor]

“Hmmm, maybe if I...” Alador was a bit more preoccupied with his work predicament to hear Darius at first before he realized he was being addressed. “Oh, I don’t plan on giving up. This part is just giving me some difficulties,” he sighed. “I can’t seem to get it calibrated correctly in order to work properly.”

❛  this isn’t working.  ❜

"Now Alador~, don't tell me you've picked up the terrible little habit of giving up when your inventions don't go right the first time around." He couldn't resist teasing the other, assuming this was about one of his projects.

"You've always been such a clever little thing~."

[blightedinventor]

Alador paused when Darius snagged the goggles from his head. Admittedly he was only leaning over Darius to grab a tool, but the other man’s shenanigans made him smile slightly.

“I do need those, you know.”

[Lean] @blightedinventor

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

"And just what do you think you're doing, little lab mouse~?" He asked with a raised brow, taking the opportunity to reach a hand out and steal the goggles off Alador's head. Nestling them within his own hair instead, so the rested on top of his head.

[blightedinventor]

SOFT(ish) ANGST PROMPTS

“  i thought you were gone.  for good. ”

“  you left and—  i thought you weren’t coming back.  ”

“  i miss you.  i know i’m not supposed to,  but.  i just had to see you.  ”  

“  please don’t scare me like that again.  i can take a lot of things,  but not losing you.  ”

“  i can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt.  ”

“  you could’ve gotten yourself killed! you could’ve— fuck!  you scared the shit outta me.  ” 

“  yes.  i am telling you what to do.  i’m telling you not to pull something like that again because—  ‘cause fucking hell.  i care about you.  okay? ”  

“  i found myself driving home and then.  well i was on my way here.  ‘cause i guess…you’re still my home.  ” 

“  please,  tell me why you’re upset.  tell me who did this?  ”

“  you don’t have to come over here and take care of me you know.  i can clean up my own messes.  ”

“  don’t talk.  just get the fuck over here and hold me.  ”

“  loving you is like having my heart just out in the world.  outside of my body walking around.  every time i see you hurting,  it kills me.  ”

“  i made you cry.  and i hate myself for that.  i swore i wouldn’t be one of the people who left you hurting.  ”

“  you really hurt me this time.  but i want to let go of that.  i really do want to forgive you i’m just scared you’ll hurt me again.  ”

“  i know you’re mad at me right now,  but i’m the one who’s here.  let me be here.  let me help.  you can be angry later.  ”

“  i’m here now.  i know i wasn’t before.  but i should’ve been.  and i’m not going anywhere.  i’m not gonna let that happen again.  ”

“  it’s time to come home now.  ”

“  that’s enough.  you’ve got your revenge.  let’s go.  ”

“  i know you’re hurting.  and i can’t fix that.  but i can refuse to let you hurt alone.  ”

“  i’m never letting go of you.  i missed you so fucking much.  ”

“  look at me,  you’re safe.  and you’re not alone.  and i’ll never let you be alone again.  you understand?  ”

“  i broke my promise to you once.  i’ll never do it again.  ”

“  i don’t need you to go white knighting and fix all this.  i just want you here.  with me.  that will make me feel better.  ”

“  just stay still and let me hold you.  ”

“  you don’t have to hide your tears.  let it out.  then we’ll move on,  together.  ”

“  i just.  needed to talk to you ‘cause.  somehow you always know what to say.  ”

“  don’t bury your feelings.  sadness.  hurt.  rage.  feel it.  acknowledge it so you can decide what you want to do with it.  not what it will do to you.  ”

“  i miss your smile.  and not that sad one you try to fool everyone with.  the real one.  the one you used to show me.  ”

“  come here.  i’m taking care of you tonight.  and you’re gonna let me.  ”  

1) our muses reunite after sender thought receiver was dead. 

2) our muses reunite after receiver thought sender was dead. 

3) sender shows up at receiver’s house drunk after they’ve broken up. 

4) receiver shows up at sender’s house drunk after they’ve broken up. 

5) our muses are on bad terms but reunite after one of them nearly dies. 

6) sender finds receiver crying and approaches,  clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened. 

7) receiver finds sender crying and approaches,  clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened. 

8) our muses haven’t been speaking,  but sender rushes to take care of receiver after they’ve been injured or fell ill. 

9) our muses haven’t been speaking,  but receiver rushes to take care of sender after they’ve been injured or fell ill. 

10) sender hurt receiver in some way,  which led to receiver doing something reckless and sender shows up to stop them/or deal with the aftermath. 

11) receiver hurt sender in some way,  which led to sender doing something reckless and receiver shows up to stop them/or deal with the aftermath.

12) our muses are in a fight,  but cuddle anyway because they don’t like sleeping alone. 

13) receiver wakes sender from a nightmare. 

14) sender wakes receiver from a nightmare. 

15) sender wakes up in the hospital and finds receiver at their side,  who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side. 

16) receiver wakes up in the hospital and finds sender at their side,  who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side. 

17) our muses are currently on the outs,  but receiver goes through something traumatic and sender pushes past their friends to get to them. 

18) our muses are currently on the outs,  but sender goes through something traumatic and receiver pushes past their friends to get to them. 

[blightedinventor]

Me wanting to ship with Darius: This feels like cheating

Also me: Fuck it

[blightedinventor]

blightfulowner​:

And she could see that look too– But held his hands close for a little. They definitely needed their time– But at the very least she could start.

“I’m sorry, Love- I’m truly sorry to you..”

Alador shook his head. “We can talk about this later when you’re feeling better,” he insisted. After all, tonight had been quite the ordeal for both of them. He needed time to think and sort out his feelings on the matter.

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blightfulowner​:

She stayed silent for a good few, even after she had woken up.

She couldn’t bare to look at Alador- She thought that he was either too angry or too tired to be putting up with her anymore.

But- She couldn’t just let everything go unsaid. It wouldn’t be fair, not to him, her or their children.

“Dea– Alador..” she said, looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

“What have they done to my precious Alador..No.. what have I done to my precious Alador-”

When she finally looked at him, Alador moved to the edge of his chair to be closer to his wife, a hand reaching up and cupping her face.

“I’m alright dear,” he assured her as he thumbed over her cheek. The cute he received was trivial compared to her entire hand being shattered, but more than they, they needed to have a talk. Now wasn’t the right time, but he couldn’t hide the look of frustration in his eyes.

[blightedinventor]

@blightfulowner

Alador sat beside the bed as he waited for Odalia to wake up. The healers had come and gone, treating the gash on his face and his wife’s smashed hand. They certainly had quite a few questions for Alador about what happened, but rather than have to explain that the injuries came from a visit by the Emperor himself, he told them a break in had gone awry. They seemed satisfied with his explanation.

With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and touched his cheek. The healing would would leave a scar. The Emperor’s blade had slashed across the bridge of his nose and just below his left eye. Any higher and he would have lost it. Still, they got away unscathed compared to what could have happened. Odalia could have lost her hand or even worse, he could be a widow planning a funeral by now.

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blightfulowner​:

strigidaeparliament​:

Belos brought the sword down quickly, running it across Alador’s cheek sharply, leaving a several inch long gash across it, his breath coming out in heavy, stressed gasps.

“She’s a terrible mother. They’d be thanking me for freeing them of her.” the Emperor hissed.

He knew Alador was right. Hunter would never forgive himself if he killed the woman on his behalf…but he was just….so….angry….

The man clenched his hand tightly around the handle of his sword, grinding it against the stone. 

“Cù gòrach….Carson a dh'fheumadh tu loidsig a thoirt a-steach don seo?” he snarled, before his hand opened, the sword disappearing as if it had never been there.

“Very well….She can keep her blasted hand…this time. But her next transgression against my nephew, or his lover will result in it being swiftly parted from her body.”

Belos retreated into his robes once more, the towering coffin-esque shape of his figure standing still despite the pounding in his head and in his chest “I expect to hear no complaints from the Golden Guard on either his or young Edric’s behalf concerning her.” 

He turned to look at the woman with a sharp gaze “And I expect a formal apology to my nephew for the things you said, and for striking him.” 

The Emperor turned sharply on his heel, moving to leave before pausing “Oh…and Alador?” the man turned to look back at them one last time “If you ever attempt to speak out against me again….I will make sure you are the one who punishes her in whatever way I see fit….whether you try to fight it or not.”

He turned away once more, and left them in the remains of their house as silently and as calmly as he had come. Somnus had long since made his way back to the castle….so at last, it was over.

And they were alone.

Odalia couldn’t move.

She couldn’t speak.

She could barely even think.

Everything just– Was fading. She tried to extend a hand to her poor Alador, who she had put in the middle of this, but alas, instead of anything she just lost it.

And not emotionally, she lost consciousness. What had become of her life now?

Alador recoiled at the blade marring his face, blood splattering across him and the ground beside him. His hand flew up to cover the gash, blood seeping between his fingers as he tried to keep a firm grip on his wife as she became dead weight in his arms. It seemed his plea worked though it did little good. When he opened his mouth to thank the man for the mercy shown, he was stopped by the threat as a cold sweat passed over him. Instead he simply bowed his head and waited until the retreating footsteps faded out.

Once he was sure the Emperor was gone, he turned to look at his wife once more and frowned. She certainly threw a wrench in their relationship with the Emperor with this one. They were going to have a talk about what happened to see what damage control could be done, but for now he was more concerned with her well-being.

With a wave of his hand, he cast a spell circle to call forth one of his Abominations. It took Odalia from him as he commanded it to take her upstairs  to their bedroom so she could rest while he called for a healer. And perhaps the Construction Coven to fix the damage done to the manor by the Empress. What a mess this evening had become.

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blightfulowner​:

strigidaeparliament​:

“She should BE so lucky.” the emperor hissed, hands clenching into fists “By my right as both Hunter’s guardian and as Emperor I plan on taking her hand entirely.” he raised one hand to summon a blade “This woman should be thanking me for that being ALL I plan on doing, instead of tossing her in my personal dungeon or killing her outright.”

He leaned his head down with a growl “Though there is still time for me to change my mind, Alador.”

Due to the pain and general stress and well, everything that had happened- it was some sort of miracle that she hadn’t blacked out.

“P-please– sire-” she pleaded, her voice already fading.

“He didn’t– Please-”

Alador swallowed thickly but didn’t avert his gaze from Belos even as he summoned his sword. He simply held onto his wife tighter to him. He was powerless in this situation, but he could at least speak on her behalf.

“While what she did was wrong, she doesn’t deserve death, your grace. Think about your nephew. Is her death really something he would want? For you to deprive our children of their mother? Me of my wife? Would it be worth it to put that guilt on his conscience?” he said trying to appeal to a kinder side of the man he hoped might be there. Could he convince a merciless man to show mercy?

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blightfulowner​:

strigidaeparliament​:

Belos’ head snapped around with a sickening crunch, more inhuman growls and hisses coming from him as his body seemed to get bigger, ripples and spikes under his robes as he raised his free hand to create a fleshy red-brown clawed hand that came from the ground, grabbing the Abomination and crushing it “Very bold of you, Blight.” he dropped Odalia to the ground, one boot coming down on her dominant hand hard, crushing the bones as he ground his shoe back and forth over it 

“Lucky for you, I was planning on dropping her anyway.” he quipped in an almost amused tone “However, unless you plan on joining her in punishment, then I suggest you stay where I’ve put you, dog.”

“GAH-” Odalia yelped, buckling into herself at the pain.

“PLEASE— NO MORE- DONT HURT HI- AACK!”

Not in her entire, essentially meaningless life did she ever… EVER expect something like this to happen.

She- Was hurt but can barely stand to see her husband, someone she loved and who just tried to defend her, getting hurt.

Alador startled at the sudden hand crushing his Abomination so thoroughly. He was strong, but it was clear his magic was trivial compared to the Emperor. Even if he could oppose the man, what could he do? 

Despite his words to stay put, Alador moved beside his wife, pulling her close as he was careful not to touch her hand. Golden eyes narrowed at the man towering over them, but he held his tongue. He was the Emperor for Titan’s sake, what could he possibly say that didn’t get them into more hot water than Odalia already when she smacked Hunter? He took a deep breath and softened the look on his face as he tried to calm himself. Retaliation wasn’t going to get them anywhere. Perhaps he could steer this into a more civil manor.

“Your grace. I apologize for what my wife has done to young Hunter. She was wrong to hit your nephew, but I think this punishment has gone far enough. She’ll be lucky if a healer can fix the damage done.”

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blightfulowner​:

strigidaeparliament​:

The Emperor put his hand on the other man’s head, shoving him aside as if he were little more than a piece of cloth in his way, before he grabbed Odalia by the throat, yanking her to her feet 

“Which Hand, Madam Blight?” he growled “Which Hand did you slap him with?”

“AHCK–” she struggled, aimlessly trying tap Belos out with her arm-

Considering what arm she had just used, if was pretty obvious which one was dominant- And which one she used to well— Yeah.

Even tears appeared in her eyes as she tried extremely hard to get out.

Alador fell to the floor with a thump, easily knocked over as if he didn’t weight over two-hundred pounds. His goggles half fell into his face as he quickly forced himself to sit up, just in time to see his wife being grabbed by the neck.

“Odalia!” His hands clenched tightly as they began to glow softly with purple Abomination magic. He was trying his best to hold himself back but seeing his wife in danger triggered his fighting instinct. From the ground behind him Alador summoned a large Abomination.

“With all due respect, your highness. Let go. Of my. Wife.”